Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
X-101,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.